Short Route to the Orient

Jules Verne, that brilliant son of France, Astonished all with wild romance; Around the world in eighty days, This tale it doth no more amaze.

For the Canadian Pacific Runs her cars at speed terrific; Her steamers swiftly plow the seas, Which gives to us our cheap, fine teas.

For she is bound to lead the van With her short, quick route to Japan; And proudly she may glory vent In highway to the Orient.

From a small sprout these leaves they grew, And bard now bids you kind adieu.